Chapter 8

Then, without warning, he lay down between my legs and sucked on my dick through the thin material.

“Goddamn!” I exclaimed.

His mouth felt good, even through the cotton. I knew I would blow if he decided to suck on my skin proper. I was thankful for small mercies.

He kept on sucking me, and used one hand from time to time to massage my balls. I strained against the ropes and he held down my legs so I couldn’t move much.

“This is fuckin’ torture, you bastard!”

“Just a little bit longer,” he said as he moved away from my crotch, removed my underwear, and then leaned over me. He lined up his cock with mine and proceeded to rub against me, back and forth.

“Jesus Christ.” I was gonna blow.

Right before I did, Damien moved away and moved his head down to feast on my nipples. He made love to them, licked, bit, made them burn. My body was on fire.

“Damien, please? I’m gonna lose it if you don’t fuck me now.”